Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Won.

Luo Qiuhong won.

The audience in the No. 1 boxing ring felt as if their throats were being strangled and they couldn't make any sound.

Then, like a silver bottle being broken, a large number of spectators cheered and shouted.

Six consecutive wins!

Not just six consecutive victories, but six consecutive victories in battles between ninth-level experts!

"Luo Qiuhong!" I don't know who shouted the first time, and soon, more and more shouts joined in.

"Luo Qiuhong!" Xue Mei clenched her fists excitedly and waved them hard.

Han Zhan squinted his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

The battle between Luo Qiuhong and Gu Qiu was simpler than imagined, so simple that it was even a bit unpretentious.

Does the true ninth-level powerhouse only have this one move?

I'm afraid not.

But this was the only move Gu Qiu used. After one move, he was defeated and fell.

Luo Qiuhong's sword was stronger than when he saw it yesterday... Han Zhan discovered the clue.

So, fighting or defeating her opponent can enhance her strength. With this, her condition will only become stronger and stronger, making it more and more difficult to defeat her?

In the entire Star Territory, there are very few places where the ninth-level powerhouses gather together.

Pure Beauty Paradise, Lifespan Boxing Ring, is one of them.

If you provide a sufficiently tempting reward and then set up an arena challenge, you can meet the conditions for continuously killing the ninth level strongest!

"Luo Qiuhong, that's interesting."

……

Dream Death Bar, in a booth with excellent privacy.

A man wearing a black hood was huddled in the corner of the booth, tinkering with small objects in his hands.

That seemed to be...a mobile phone.

A battle scene between a woman and a man was playing on the mobile phone screen.

The black hood sighed while looking at it.

Such a scene, if described in words, seems a bit obscene.

"Luo Qiuhong, that's interesting." After a while, the black hood chuckled.

That's right, what is being played in real time on the mobile phone is the battle scene in the No. 1 boxing ring.

At this time, a figure walked in from outside the booth, also wearing a black hood.

The colors and styles are exactly the same.

This seems to be a special work uniform for an organization.

"you are late."

"In order to ensure that the anchor is stable, of course I want to make sure that nothing goes wrong."

When the black hooded man who arrived later opened his mouth, it turned out to be a cold and pleasant female voice.

"Unlike you, I can even lose my anchor point." At the end, she added with a mocking tone.

"This Luo Qiuhong is the [Destined Protagonist] you chose, right?" The black hood who came first ignored the other party's ridicule and continued.

Although his words were questions, his tone was firm.

"She's not, the sword in her hand is." Unexpectedly, another black hood shook his head and said.

"Artifacts are easier to control than living things. As a member of Dawn, I will not make the same mistake as you did."

"This is why you are number six and I am number two. Artifacts are easier to control than living beings, but their upper limit is too low and the anchor power they provide is weaker."

The mocked Number Two was unimpressed by her point of view.

"Besides, it's just that there's an anchor point missing." No. 2 put away his phone nonchalantly.

"I really wish you could keep talking harshly instead of coming here to ask for our help."

After No. 6 finished speaking, he stopped talking.

The two black hoods sat on the booth next to each other, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Until the third black hood appears.

"Number 9, you're late." This time, it was Number 6 who spoke.

No. 9 shrugged, "One of you came to me to clean up the mess, and the other wanted to get the benefits of strengthening the anchor point from me. You all asked me for help. Why can't I be the last one there?"

Number 9 is a male with a somewhat hoarse voice. Although he wears a black hood, he is the tallest among the three.

When he sat down, he filled less than half of the booth space.

"This is just a transaction, not a request from you. Latecomers, please pay attention to your wording."

Number 2 said calmly.

"Every dawn is responsible for finding a [Destined Protagonist] to fix the anchor point."

"You started too late, and the realm of [Protagonist of Destiny] is too low to form a stable anchor."

"We are here to complete a deal with you and let your [Destined Protagonist] grow quickly. Number Six's [Destined Protagonist] will be further strengthened, and my [Destined Protagonist] will get what he needs from this planet . It’s a win-win-win.”

"I know, I know, old man." No. 9 said in a frivolous tone.

I don’t know how much he listened to No. 2’s words.

"Tell me what your fate will be next."

No. 6 turned away from the topic, which might be more unpleasant if it were continued, and asked instead.

"[Scroll of Destiny] This antique prop is in the hands of No. 2."

No. 2 didn't speak. He just lowered his head and rummaged through the cloth bag he always carried with him.

After a while, a painting scroll about the length of an arm was taken out of the bag.

Number nine, number six, number two, they opened their hands at the same time.

With this movement, the "work clothes" they were wearing automatically became windless.

The surface of the jet-black cloak exudes a special luster.

They are connected to each other, like forming a dark night that blocks the sky and the sun.

Under this "dark night", everything in the booth became "mysterious".

Unobservable, unforeseeable, unwatchable.

At the same time, the scroll of destiny, which was originally in the form of a scroll, slowly unfolded.

Number 2 suddenly grabbed a colorful paintbrush from his pocket and threw it towards the scroll.

The next moment, many colors appeared on the originally blank scroll.

These colors occupy the area of ​​the painting irregularly, and soon the entire painting is dyed into an abstract oil painting.

Immediately afterwards, different color blocks began to intersect and blend, transforming into completely different patterns.

The first thing that appeared was the appearance of a young man, with clear and lifelike details.

From his hand, a light red line was pulled out. This line twisted and twisted, and finally clung to the wrist of another young woman.

When No. 2 and No. 9 saw this scene, their eyelids jumped suddenly.

[Scroll of Destiny] is not over yet.

On the other hand of the young man, a light red line was also pulled out and wrapped around another sassy woman holding a long sword.

Now, No. 6 couldn't sit still.

"How can this be?!"

"No. 2, I need an explanation!"

"There cannot be any intersection between the protagonists of destiny. Destiny will separate them. But why do the three protagonists of destiny intersect at the same time in the scroll of destiny!"

"We must prevent it from happening." Number Six said solemnly.

"It seems...it's too late." No. 9 suddenly raised his head, his tone full of surprise and shock.

That's the feeling of destiny being out of control.

At the entrance of Mengshi Bar, Feng Xiaozao hesitated, opened the door and walked in.